“I’m a loser because I don’t have time and I hardly notice if the sun is shining.”
“My parents couldn’t afford me; I didn’t have a higher education, and I was looking for a future alone in the city.” I’ve applied for many jobs, but I’ve never been hired, probably because nobody likes someone who can’t speak, communicate, or isn’t competent enough.”
“I ate only two loaves of bread for three whole days. I was so hungry that I couldn’t sleep at night. Luckily, I paid a month’s rent in advance so I could continue living in the dark basement instead of going outside to brave the winter. ” Unusual cold wind. ” Eventually, I got a job working as a security guard in hospitals and mortuaries.
“The nights in the hospital were colder than I thought. The wall lamps in the corridor were not lit; it was very dark everywhere. I can only rely on the little lights that seep in from the room to help me see my feet.” It smells bad, and every now and then there are body bags, and we worked together to move him to the mortuary.
“Although it is not a very good job, at least it gives me bread and I study in my free time at night. After all, no one wants to come to a mortuary unless there is a body to be sent or taken away for cremation. Of course, I don’t have enough money to buy books, and I don’t see any hope of saving right now. ” I want to thank my former colleague; if it weren’t for his sudden departure, I might not even have found such a job.
“I’ve dreamed that I could spin the day, and now I always sleep when the sun comes up and wake up in the night, leaving me a bit weak and occasionally light-headed.” One day, the bearers brought in a new corpse.
“I heard people saying it was my former colleague who suddenly left.” I was a little curious about him. When everyone left, I pulled out the closet and quietly opened the body bag. ” He was an old man, pale, depressed, and wrinkled, looking menacing in the very dim light.
“He didn’t have much hair; most of it was white, and all his clothes were off; not even a piece of cloth was left on him.” For this kind of unaccompanied death, the movers will definitely not miss the opportunity to make extra money.
“I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue and black. I cannot describe its special appearance; the light was too weak then.” I reached out and touched the mark—nothing special.
“Looking at this former colleague, I thought, if this goes on, when I’m old, I want to be like him…” I told him that tomorrow I will accompany him to the crematorium and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so that those in charge of these things will not find it a burden and will not find a river or desert to dispose of them.”
“It would take a whole morning’s sleep; luckily it’s almost Sunday and I can smooth it out again.” After the speech, I fixed the body bag and put it back in the closet.
“The lighting in the room seems dim.” After that day, every time I went to sleep, I dreamed of fog.
“I have a feeling that something will happen in the near future. I have a premonition that sooner or later something that can be called human will come to me, but no one wants to believe me. I feel that in such an environment, in such a job, my soul is not normal, and I need to see a doctor.
A male customer sitting in front of the bar looked at the narrator, who suddenly stopped.
The male guest is in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, flat hair, and a simple dark hat. He looks ordinary, like most people in the pub: black hair, light blue eyes, ugly, ugly, no distinct features.
And the narrator in his eyes is a youth of eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and straight, with slender limbs, short black hair, pale blue eyes, but extremely deep facial features that can make people’s eyes sparkle.
The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed.
“After that?” “Then I’ll quit my job and go back to the country and come here to brag to you.”
As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face—a small smile.
The male guest froze for a moment.
“Are you complimenting what you just said?”
“Haha.” There was a burst of laughter around the bar. The laughter stopped for a moment, and the thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:
“Outside, you actually believe Lu Mian’s story; his stories are different every day.” Yesterday he was a failed guy whose bride divorced him because of poverty, but today he became a mortician! “
“By the way, you talk nonsense. Thirty years on the east side of the Serenzo River and thirty years on the right bank of the Serenzo River. All you know is nonsense!” Another pub regular followed suit.
They are all farmers from the large village of Kordu and wear black, grey, or brown jackets. The black-haired young man named Lu Mian supported the bar with both hands, slowly stood up, and said with a smile:
“As you know, this is not a story I made up; it was all written by my sister. She enjoys writing stories best and is a columnist for Fiction Weekly. “
After he finished speaking, he turned to his side, extended his arms to the foreign guests, and said with a smile:
“She seems to write very well.
“Sorry, I misunderstood you.”
The plain-looking man in the brown tweed jacket was not offended. He stood up and answered with a smile:
“Very interesting story.
“Isn’t it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?” Lumian smiled. The foreign guest nodded:
“My name is Ryan Coase.
“These two are my friends Valentine and Lia.”
The last phrase refers to a man and a woman sitting next to each other. The man looked to be about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with powder-yellow hair, small eyes, darker than sea blue, wearing a white waistcoat, a blue tweed jacket, and black pants. After a little grooming. His expression was quite indifferent, and he did not pay much attention to the farmers and shepherds around him.
The woman looked younger than the two men with long light gray hair tied in an intricate bun and a white veil as a hat. Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and she looked at Lu Mian with an undisguised smile on her face, as if she was only interested in what was happening right now.
By the light of the tavern’s gas wall lamp, this woman named Leah showed off her beautiful nose bridge and beautifully curved lips. In a country like the village of Kordu, she is an absolute beauty.
She wore a white, wrinkle-free cashmere sheath dress with a beige coat and Marcell boots. Two small silver bells are tied to the veil and boots respectively. When she just walked into the inn, the whole road jingled. It is very attractive and makes many men look right at it.
In their eyes, it must be a fashion found only in big cities such as the provincial capital Wiegel and the capital Trier. Lumian nodded to the three strangers.
“My name is Lumian Lee, you can just call me Lumian.”
“Li?” Liya exploded.
“What’s the matter, is there something wrong with my last name?” Lumian asked curiously. Ryan Cosbailly explained:
“The surname Ni is so scary that I can barely control my voice right now.”
Looking at the confused faces of the surrounding farmers and shepherds, he explained further:
“Anyone who has had contact with sailors and merchants knows that there is a saying in Wuyang:
“I’d rather meet one of those pirate generals or even kings than some man named Frank Lee.”
“This person is also called Li.”
“Is he scared?” asked Rumian.
Ryan shook his head.
“I don’t know, but since there’s such a legend, it must be good.”
He broke off the topic and said to Lu Mian:
“Thanks for the story. Worth a drink. What would you like?”
“Green Fairies mug.” Lu Mian was not polite and sat down again. Ryan Kos frowned slightly and said:
“The Green Fairy…absinthe?” I feel the need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body. This alcohol can cause insanity and hallucinations.”
“I didn’t expect the trend with Trier to spread here.” Liya added with a smile beside him. Printed “Oh”:
“It turns out that the people of Trier also like to drink “Green Fairy”…
“Life is hard enough for us; there’s no need to worry about more damage; this wine can make our spirits more relaxed.”
“OK good.” Ryan sat down and looked at the bartender. “That green fairy and another cup of spicy heart.”
“Laxinkou” is a famous fruit shochu. “Will you give me a cup of ‘Green Fairies’? What I just told you was true, and I can tell you exactly what’s going on with this child!” The first thin, middle-aged man to reveal Mian’s story Every day, the man growled in frustration, “Outsiders, I think you still doubt the authenticity of this story!”
“Pierre, you can do anything for a free glass of wine!” Lumian answered loudly. Before Ryan could make up his mind, Rumian added:
“Why can’t I say it myself so I can have an extra glass of Green Fairy?”
“Because they don’t know whether to believe what you say.” A middle-aged man named Pierre smiled triumphantly and said, “The story your sister likes to tell the children the most is ‘The Wolf Comes’. People who always lie must lose points.”
“OK good.” Lu Mian shrugged and watched as the bartender pushed a glass of pale green wine in front of him.
Ryan looked at her and asked,
“No problem, as long as the wallet is big enough to buy wine.” Lumian didn’t care. “Then have another cup of Green Fairy.” Ryan nodded.
Pierre suddenly smiled and said:
“Merciful stranger, this kid is the meanest in the village; stay away from him.” He was brought back to the village by her sister Aurora five years ago, and he never left. You think he was only thirteen years old before that; how could he be a mortuary in a hospital? The nearest hospital to us is at the foot of Mount Daliege, and an afternoon is required.”
Bring it back to the village? Liya asked sharply.
She turned her head slightly and let out a tinkling sound. Pierre nodded.
“Aurora moved here six years ago, and a year later she went out and brought this child. She said she took it on the road. He is a wanderer who is about to starve to death, and she plans to adopt him. ” Then he took the surname ‘Li’ from Aurora, and even the name ‘Show Face’ was adopted by Aurora.”
“I forgot what it’s called.” Lu Mian said this with a smile after taking a sip of absinthe.
He seems to have no slights or shame about his past being exposed like this.